Monthly Archives: April 2005

Sweet Christ, I’m falling behind on this thing, huh? Hell, I haven’t even posted a report from San Francisco. Okay. I promise to do that this weekend.

So, what’s been going on?

I tried to celebrate 24 hour comic book day by creating a 24000 word novella in 24 hours. I didn’t quite pull that one off. Didn’t even come close, really.

A TRIP TO RUNDBERG is a cover away from being sent out to get blurbs and (hopefully) an introduction. I’ll be doing a last minute check on the lettering this week, and hopefully sending out copies this weekend.

No news on the pitch front. Still waiting on some artwork.

Oh, and for the fifteenth time, I am an uncle. Gabriel Curtis Southard, the first child of Matt and Becky Southard, was a week ago. Those who know a little bit more about me know that the kid has the coolest middle name in the world.

Guess that’s it for now. I’ll try to get a few more reviews up before this time next week. Jack Ketchum’s cover is begging for one.

A small town with a secret. A group of boys that may be onto to it. A tragic death. A grisly murder.

Welcome to Elk’s Run.

Elk’s Run is a new mini-series by Joshua Hale Fialkov. It’s a coming of age story with a twist. Thing is, we’re not sure what that twist is yet, only that the town of Elk’s Run is one wierd fuckin’ place. There are charters that force eye-for-an-eye law to the harshest of extremes. There are tunnels you’re not supposed to be in after dark.

Yeah, it’s as cool as it sounds.

Fialkov weaves a good story with compassionate characters, and he sets a stage that you’re almost afraid to look at, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away, either. Go pick up a copy of Elk’s Run. You’ll be better off for it.

Danielle Henderson has been everywhere, man. New York, San Francisco, Anchorage. Okay, maybe that’s only three places, but they’re interesting places. Can’t say any of them compares to the months she spent in an Alaskan fishing village, though. Nope. I just can’t do it.

Tales From Fish Camp: A City Girl’s Experience Working in an Alaskan Fishing Village (try getting that out in one breath) is Danielle’s gut-bustingly entertaining chronicle of her time spent working in, you guessed it, a fishing village. Danielle tells her tale in a bar-stool voice, the exact same way she’d tell it to you over the rim of a beer mug as the both of you laugh and slap your knees with glee. Danielle’s story is at turns hilarious, frightening, and stomach-churning. Try reading about her initial accommodations without cringing, or try reading about “The Night of Drunk” without giggling at least a little bit. It’s not possible, I tell you.

Throughout Fish Camp, we get glimpses into Danielle’s mind and personality. She sounds like a cool chick, one that could drink you under the table before sling your limp carcass over her shoulder and making sure you get home safe. These glimpses are the heart of Fish Camp, and the main reason I breezed through the book in an hour or so. I’d like to read more of Danielle’s adventures. I have a hunch they’re not boring.

Just got home less than twenty minutes ago. Got a ton of stuff to do, but I will tell you all that both San Francisco and APE were incredible. I’ll have many fun stories, pictures, and book reviews in the next few weeks, so stay tuned!

I know it’s been a few days. Sorry. I’ve been too busy finishing up Rundberg, working on pitches, and preparing for APE to do much of anything worth writing about.

I did get to take the time out last Friday to hit the Flametrick Subs show with Shawna, Randy, and Doug. My brother Matt came out for it, partly because it was his birthday and partly because he has a baby coming in a few weeks and he wanys to have some fun while he still can. I’d show you pics from the show, but I was having so much fun I forgot to take any!

Look for an APE write-up sometime next week or so. I’ll be working on the thing while I’m out there, so it shouldn’t take too long.